My Life As a Medium (19 page)

‘Do you know what she’s talking about?’ her son asked me.

‘Yes, you’re thinking of leaving your young family.’

‘My God!’ he said, ‘you’re all in it!’

His mother then told him a few more home truths and left. The man turned to me and said, ‘That woman could always read me like a book, and yes, I am thinking of leaving home.’ He went on to tell me of the problems he was having with his wife.

I urged him to give it more time. ‘I think your mother may know something that you don’t. You are obviously headstrong. Perhaps you should listen to her advice.’

We talked for some time, then he left.

I saw him again later that year, and he told me that he had been able to patch up the differences he’d been having with his wife. The family had stayed together.

‘My mother always was a wise old bird,’ he said.

When I was young, we were taught to respect our elders. It seems that there is very little respect these days, and yet it is the young who are missing out, for they could learn so much from the older generation. Let’s face it, who do they run to when they are in trouble? It is usually their parents, but when they’ve been sorted out, they are off again, paying no heed to the good advice they have been given. This is the lack of respect about which I am writing.

Like so many people in this life, they have not learned that very valuable lesson, and one which could save them from many moments of anguish. The ability to listen.

My daughter Janet was very concerned about my living alone since the separation with her father, and she presented me with a beautiful tortoiseshell cat. I named her Sally.

I had lost my previous cat, Sadie, when I left Spain, and this had broken my heart. I was not particularly keen to acquire another, but when I saw Sally it was love at first sight. She was so beautiful. Alas, her beauty belied her nature, and from the moment this tiny kitten entered my home all hell was let loose. As one patient put it, as Sally flew from one armchair to another in the waiting room, ‘That thing is a cat from hell’. Well! He obviously did not like cats, but she was a menace.

Nothing escaped her teeth and claws, not even my hands. She found my new carpets irresistible, and she tore at them. My furniture was given the same treatment. She walked precariously in between my ornaments, and I watched in horror as she defied me to remove her, staring at me with a look that said, ‘Touch me and I’ll break the lot.’

I longed for the day when the necessary vaccinations had been given and I could let her out into the garden. But when that day finally arrived, she proceeded to attack all the birds. Fortunately, I was able to throw the birdseed out of my bedroom window to a ledge she could not reach – though not for want of trying. I found her one day, hanging upside down on the windowsill, daring the birds to take the food. However, she had enough sense not to let go, as she would surely have been maimed if she had dropped from that height.

Why am I writing about my cat in a book on mediumship? I will tell you. On looking into the hall one day from my bedroom, I saw Sally, back arched, leaping around a specific spot. I walked into the hall and saw a spirit entity. It was a man, holding a stick of some kind. As it was transparent and not a full materialization it was very difficult for me to take in any detail, and it disappeared before I received any message. But it was obvious from Sally’s actions that she could see it too.

Every other animal I had known had always backed off from any kind of unusual energy. But not Sally! She had been poised for attack, and had been quite prepared to take on the intruder. I found it quite laughable, and it was this ‘have a go’ streak in her that eventually won me over. She confronted spirit entities on a day-to-day basis.

Sometimes she would prepare for attack in a crouching position, or leap into the air trying to touch the spirit, and there were times when she stayed in
the air so long I thought she had levitated. There were also occasions when she would freeze, and stare into space, looking at something I was unable to see. I often wondered what it was that she found so worthy of her time, and then one day I was given the answer.

I had been sitting on the stairs in the large hall, observing one of Sally’s staring periods, when, as quick as lightning, a black cat ran past me and down the long corridor that led to the bathroom. Thinking that it was a live cat, I ran after it, knowing it could not get away as the bathroom door was always kept closed, and it would be trapped. But when I reached the end of the corridor there was nothing there. It had disappeared. I walked back into the hall and Sally leapt toward me, playing in her most seductive, kittenish manner. She was, for the moment, quite normal. As I stroked her, I realized that the reason she was never afraid of spirits was that she had her own spirit world, and the staring episodes were an obvious fascination with the spirit world of cats. Maybe some of her past friends were visiting her. Who knows? She certainly held court often enough.

I felt that Sally had been sent to protect me, and this was confirmed one day when I was carrying out an exorcism. I never enjoyed this experience, but, from the time my patient appeared, Sally flew around the hall, hissing and clawing the air. She was obviously distressed. As soon as the exorcism had been completed, she was calm again, a good indication that her protective instinct was intact.

On another occasion, I had just shown a lady into
my waiting room when Sally walked in. As soon as she saw the woman, she jumped on to the top of one of the armchairs and proceeded to leap from chair to chair and along the back of the couch where my patient was sitting. The lady assured me that she was not frightened, but I still removed Sally from the room. I did not trust her. It was only when I began healing that I realized that the woman was suffering from severe mental stress, and the unusual energies that surround people in that state had disturbed Sally so much that she had tried to frighten my patient away.

I had seen the same behaviour pattern with Smokey, a small bitch I had once owned. A friend of my husband had decided to pay us a visit. Unbeknown to me, his wife suffered from deep depression and had been in and out of mental hospitals for some time. When the introductions had been made, I prepared some snacks and we all sat at the kitchen table. We had been talking for about thirty minutes when Smokey ran in from the garden and jumped on my lap. Smokey’s hair stood on end as she came face to face with my lady visitor across the table, she bared her teeth, and tried to attack her. Fortunately, with the table between us, I managed to grab her and locked her away in another room until they left, but we were all shaken by this totally unexpected event. It was quite obvious that the dog had linked into the disturbed nature of my visitor, and had been affected by it.

Smokey was the first bitch I had ever owned, and
I loved her dearly. Although ninety-nine per cent of the time she was a lovely family dog, she did have one particular hate. As a young puppy she had managed to jump over the gate in the front garden, and had dashed around with glee on the pavement, enjoying her moments of freedom. Unfortunately an old man was passing at the time and, irritated with the animal’s behaviour, he hit out at her with a stick. When I picked her up she was in considerable pain and was whimpering. I took her to the vet, who told me that she was quite bruised, but would be all right, and after a week’s pampering she was her old self again. Or was she? She may have recovered physically, but not mentally for, whenever she saw an old man with a stick, she would fly at him. When we took her for walks we would scan the horizon, and if we saw an old man carrying a stick, we put her on the lead. The extraordinary thing was that she did not attack young men with sticks, so how could she differentiate, especially at long distances? It remained a mystery until I discovered and studied ‘mind energy’ decades later, and realized that the mind energy, especially in animals, is always way ahead of the physical. Smokey was able to detect her enemy before he had even come into sight.

Smokey scaled the fence one day while she was on heat and, following this escapade, I was faced with a lovely golden retriever lying on the doormat in the porch every time I opened the door. Smokey was pregnant now, and I had to assume that this was the father. I was advised by friends not to feed him as
this would discourage him from returning home. It did not work however, and so after two days I gave in and offered him food. He refused it, much to my amazement, and only condescended to drink a little water from the bowl I had placed before him. When he was still there after three days I became extremely anxious, and decided to call the police. They told me that they would take him to the dog pound. I was adamant that they should not have him put down if he was not claimed; I would find a home for him myself. Fortunately, his owner claimed him and the police kindly gave him my address. He called to see me and, after I had told him the story, he agreed that his dog should be controlled for its own safety. After all, he had crossed many main roads to get to my house, and could easily have been killed. The owner explained that the dog had crawled through a hole in the garden fence. All was well until Smokey had her litter; on that same morning I opened the door to find the same dog lying in the porch, with the largest bone I had ever seen. The frantic owner called an hour later, and told me that his dog had been in a terrible state, pacing back and forth all night; exasperated, he had let him out into the garden at four o’clock in the morning. When he called him thirty minutes later, the dog had gone, having gnawed his way through the fence.

I have studied energies for so long that I can now make sense of many things that had happened in my life. To those people who repeatedly tell us that there is no such thing as a mind that is separate from the
brain, and outside of the body, all I can say, is let them explain away these stories. That dog lived three miles from my home; he knew the day and the time that Smokey was giving birth, and was there for her as soon as she had produced the litter. He would have made a devoted father and I would have loved to give him a home, but he already had loving owners, and they would never have parted with him. Something that has always puzzled me. Where did he get such a huge bone at that time of the morning?

All kinds of animals have passed through my healing room: mice, hamsters, birds, lizards, dogs, cats, and many more. Many of them were brought by children who had acquired the animals but had no idea how to look after them. I found myself educating not only the children but also their parents, and many pets survived who would otherwise have gone to an early grave.

Many dogs who had been given a life sentence by a vet were cured by healing. I believe that every doctor and vet should have a list of healers they could recommend to their clientele, if only to ease their own suffering when their pet has passed away. People need to grieve, and they need counselling, and healers fit this bill. Why then are their services not available? It is a grave mistake to leave people to go home and grieve alone. In many cases, their pet was the only friend they had. They need to know that the animals survive, albeit in another dimension, and that they can still talk to them. We should not ignore this issue.

I have been able, through mediumship, to help new owners of animals that have been rescued, by giving them a detailed description of the animal’s past history, enabling them to understand the psyche of their new pet and prevent them from making any mistakes. I remember one dog in particular, called Mack. I linked to his past and, among other things, found that he had frequently had his meal taken away by a child in his previous family. When he had eventually bitten the child, out of frustration, the family had given him away. The child should have been severely reprimanded but wasn’t, and this situation left the dog with a difficult mental attitude regarding its food. I picked up other small things that would help the new owners gain an insight into the working of the mind of their new pet. Later, they told me that they had carried out all of my instructions, and had eradicated many of the small idiosyncrasies I had identified but there was still no way that the dog would let anyone touch its food.

Whenever I was asked to give an animal absent healing, I would first of all link in with it. This enabled me to diagnose the real problem and give the appropriate healing. Imagine my surprise when I found that I could reach them telepathically and ‘listen’ to their problems. It really was no different from a telepathic link with a human being, as their grievances and their love were made known to me in the same way. The owners found this hilarious, but when the laughter had subsided, admitted that the description of their animal’s psyche was extremely accurate. One lady
was so taken aback, she said, ‘Fancy the little bugger telling you that. He knew it was supposed to be a secret!’

One dog, who was suffering from crippling arthritis, told me that he was ill because his owner had never taken him for a walk. When the lady called to give me the latest health report, I explained what had happened. However, although she was full of remorse, and told me that as a business woman she had never been able to find the time to walk the dog, she still insisted that it would be very difficult for her. She told me that she had quite a good-sized garden, and thought that would suffice. When I asked her, in the nicest possible way, how she would feel if she were not to see the outside of her home for three years (which was the age of the dog), she realized how cruel she had been, and was full of remorse. ‘I’ve been using him for protection, and haven’t given a thought to his health,’ she said. I suggested that she should hire a dog walker, which, to give her credit, she did. It took three months of healing and gentle exercise to cure the animal of its arthritis. Within six months he was running around, fit and healthy.

There are things that I am
not
told when I am asked to heal animals and, for that matter, people. With my diagnostic ability I have wondered why the healing was not working. Healers have been subjected to an enormous amount of ill feeling when healing has not worked, and because there are so many factors involved, it is necessary for anyone who owns an animal to assess the environment in which they are
living. If this does not pass the necessary requirement, then something must be done about it. There is always an answer.

If an animal owner is old or ill, they should contact the local animal welfare groups and ask if someone can be found who would be willing to walk their dog, or find a friendly neighbour to do this. I know many people would love to help, but you must ask.

Throughout my teens, I had only one dream, and that was to become a vet. It was never to be. But it seemed that I was destined to heal animals, and so I became a spiritual vet.

Whenever we hear of dangerous dogs, I believe that it is human beings who have made them so. That is not to say that they deliberately set out to do so. It is a mixture of ignorance and stupidity, and sometimes, unbelievably, too much over-indulgence. We still have a long way to go in educating the public on the care of animals, but I think we are getting there.

In the end, we all have to right the wrongs we have committed, there is no escape. If this was more widely known, I think many people would think before they act.

Cruelty to any living thing is a moral and spiritual crime, and ways must be found to end the terrible suffering that so many living creatures have to endure. Because we have made them dependent upon us, it is our duty to care for and protect them. This is what thousands of people around the world are trying to do, and every single person can help in some small way.